[div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: heiti sc; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 1.4;"]The life of the jungle calmed the massive dire wolf. The growing plants and towering trees. The canine breathed in the salt air as he trotted through the cast shadows, down a familiar path. The faerie did not linger by the temple particularly often, perhaps out of respect for a religion he did not share. He did not want to encroach.
Raziel blinked as he spotted a small dark figure in the open. An unfamiliar face but one that carried the scent of a crewmate. "Dia dhuit," he offered with a warm smile, only briefly wondering what a pumpkin was doing on the feline's head. "That's quite a skill." To call forth life from the ground by will, he could respect the talent, though he did not share it. It brought back memories of his eldest daughter, quite the botanist.
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Raziel blinked as he spotted a small dark figure in the open. An unfamiliar face but one that carried the scent of a crewmate. "Dia dhuit," he offered with a warm smile, only briefly wondering what a pumpkin was doing on the feline's head. "That's quite a skill." To call forth life from the ground by will, he could respect the talent, though he did not share it. It brought back memories of his eldest daughter, quite the botanist.
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[color=#2d2766]｢ DID YOU SEE THE SPARKS FILLED WITH HOPE ｣
[color=#2d4062]you are not alone, 'Cause someone's out there, sending out flares
[div style="font-size:6.9pt;line-height:1.2;font-family:arial;letter-spacing:.1px;margin-top:-3px;margin-bottom:5px;"][color=#2e595e]RAZIEL Ó FAOLÁIN | THE TYPHOON | CREWMATE | FAERIE KING | #FAESQUAD | PENNED BY OMBRE